Today's feature:
Jan. 19th, 2006 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
So, I'm feeding the Hungry, Hungry, Hippo (aka "the baby") from her bottle (yes, that's EBM folks! Kid goes through some 12-16 oz before her mom even shows up at the door. Scary), and, of course, she ate more than she really was hungry for and ended up spitting up all over me. Ew. Ewwwww. This is a labor of love, folks, and (much though I adore her), I don't mean love for the baby. I'd be more than happy to let Jenn handle all the icky stuff forever. But I still adore my big sister, and anyway, can't screw family.
And this time, the spit-up is mostly solid. Kinda like cottage cheese.
Now, as we all know, cheese was probably discovered when some people left milk in a stomach-bag too long. When you don't have anything else to eat, you eat the food that's gone bad. Or your right hand (and save the other for tommorrow), but I digress.
So the milk had turned into rotten milk solids, but they ate it anyway, and they liked it. And they started controlling the process by taking the rennet out of the stomachs, or something like that, which is why some types of cheese, aside from being un-vegan, are not even vegetarian. Because of the rennet from dead animal stomachs.
All this passes through my mind as I realize that, far from being simply "rotten milk solids", cheese is, quite insidiously, cow spit-up. Ew, ew, ew, EW!
I *definitely* don't want any of my own. Ana woke up at 4:30 in the morning the other day and refused to go to sleep. As she told me later "Mommy cwied. (She really stressed that past tense). She cwied. She go *fake sob* 'Go back-a bed, Ana!' She cwied."
I *like* to come home and spend several blissful hours knowing I don't have to deal with people. Especially once I fall asleep.
And? You know those not-really, but slightly interesting anecdotes? Yeah, those are rare. Interesting and cool as it is to hear kids learn to talk, their conversations, if taken on their own (instead of as examples of how they're learning to talk) tend to be hideously boring. I almost *want* Ana to start asking why the sky is blue!
Of course, that's not a slight against children. Most adults tend to have boring conversations as well. At least with kids you can imagine they'll grow out of it...
Today was a good day, really, but I'm in a bad mood.
And this time, the spit-up is mostly solid. Kinda like cottage cheese.
Now, as we all know, cheese was probably discovered when some people left milk in a stomach-bag too long. When you don't have anything else to eat, you eat the food that's gone bad. Or your right hand (and save the other for tommorrow), but I digress.
So the milk had turned into rotten milk solids, but they ate it anyway, and they liked it. And they started controlling the process by taking the rennet out of the stomachs, or something like that, which is why some types of cheese, aside from being un-vegan, are not even vegetarian. Because of the rennet from dead animal stomachs.
All this passes through my mind as I realize that, far from being simply "rotten milk solids", cheese is, quite insidiously, cow spit-up. Ew, ew, ew, EW!
I *definitely* don't want any of my own. Ana woke up at 4:30 in the morning the other day and refused to go to sleep. As she told me later "Mommy cwied. (She really stressed that past tense). She cwied. She go *fake sob* 'Go back-a bed, Ana!' She cwied."
I *like* to come home and spend several blissful hours knowing I don't have to deal with people. Especially once I fall asleep.
And? You know those not-really, but slightly interesting anecdotes? Yeah, those are rare. Interesting and cool as it is to hear kids learn to talk, their conversations, if taken on their own (instead of as examples of how they're learning to talk) tend to be hideously boring. I almost *want* Ana to start asking why the sky is blue!
Of course, that's not a slight against children. Most adults tend to have boring conversations as well. At least with kids you can imagine they'll grow out of it...
Today was a good day, really, but I'm in a bad mood.
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